Three. THREE! Absolute garbage readings for my birthday. Fuck me. Shit Reading #1 Format: Last year, let go of this, gift, embrace this, next year Last year was NOT one of joy and abundance—wtaf?? Back to back vestibular crash-outs, political chaos dismantling democratic checks and balances, ice invasion. And I’m supposed to let go of emotional stability?? The GIFT of this upcoming year is exhaustion and giving up. Perfect! I get to look forward to embracing charity I guess. Lastly, this upcoming year will be full of mediocrity and lack of planning. SUPER. Shit Reading #2 Format: Last year, let go of this, gift, embrace this, next year. Last year actually was a struggle, low energy, emotional. I’m supposed to release my vestibular recovery. I’d prefer NOT to. My gift is routine and productivity. Work. Is my gift. I should embrace solitude and missing out on the fun. Yay, so glad. I get to look forward to worry, stress, sleepless nights this year. Can’t wait. Shit...